Dorgan
I must have zoned out, already regretting the idea, because a knock on the door startles me.
"Come in," I say, cringing immediately. My voice sounds strained and tight.
Tivani enters first, giving me a polite nod, but her eyes are all judgmental. She knows exactly what I'm doing—and she's having none of it.
Then Sasha steps in. The room feels colder the second she walks through the door. She's all ice. Cold. Distant.
It guts me.
"Take a seat," I manage, though my throat feels like sandpaper.
Tivani, ever the little traitor, gives Sasha a bright, almost fake smile.
"See you soon, Sash," she chirps. She walks out the door, glancing back at me with a look that means: Get it together, boss.
The door clicks shut. And then it's just us.
Sasha sits down stiffly, her chin tilted u
